Singing songs and roaring in the floating clouds, testing the world with swords, white clothes stained with frost
The moment of beauty under the shade of drunken flowers, the tears of water chestnuts and cinnabar
I still remember the prosperity in the song and the fireworks in the dream. Who is wrong to worry about?
Yellow Crane Tower, empty and depressed, traveling to the end of the world, black hair turning into white hair
I think of this in passing, whispering with a low eyebrow at the bridge by the post
The blue and yellow springs are gone and the red dust is gone, and it is hard to find them. Looking back a hundred years ago
The mirror lake is emerald, the clouds are hanging low, and the beauty is tracing her eyebrows secretly in front of her tent. Who is asking you if Hu is not coming back?
This love is nothing but fireworks, parting, wine pouring into a thousand cups, pouring the beauty into sleep
How come the light cold, dusk snow, and the passing of time are the only thing that makes people sad in their years? I just say that I should have no regrets in this life.
The wild goose has gone and returned to the sky. The flowers are blooming and I can't help but get drunk. I just owe someone a drop of cinnabar tears.
Travel through time and embark on a road without regrets.
Laughing at the bright red dyeing halfway up the mountain, chasing the wind thousands of miles among the white clouds
Xiaoyao is not a guest here, and the three talents in heaven and earth are ordinary
Seeing the little girl giving guidance to the world, laughing and putting things out of order, the courtyard is full of lush red leaves, the clouds are thin and the shadows are shallow, the spring and autumn fan faces are painted in the fan, a drop of cinnabar tears flows to the side of the cheek, planning for him, and never see each other again